Prometheus

[goodfellow]

Robin hadn't heard another peep about a potential puck in town. As far as he knew the mysterious naked jewelry thief hadn't been caught, and also hadn't made any other hits - at least not any that had eye witnesses or had caught him on camera. Though he might have preferred hearing something; the nugget of threat and then a lack of closure just had him on edge.

He knew he'd probably been a dick because of it, too. When Robin was uncomfortable, and especially if that discomfort had an edge of fear, he overcompensated. He pretended everything was fine, which meant he amped his Robin-ness up to eleven. Figuratively, he'd been swinging from chandeliers.

Which is why he was drunk and stumbling into the flat at 7:45 in the morning. He also couldn't remember where he'd left his shirt.

He tried to be quiet, but ended up crashing into the kitchen table and sending a bowl of apples crashing to the ground and rolling about. He swore.

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[goodfellow]

"He would have fucking deserved it," said Robin, and put a hand on Prometheus' shoulder, gently kneading the muscles there.

[pecked_by_birds]

"He was doing as he was told," Prometheus said softly. "You don't say no to Zeus, Robin."

[goodfellow]

"Zeus didn't tell him to pull a knife on you," Robin snapped. "You can bet that was improvisation. Fuck I hate that guy. But Prometheus - you were perfect."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I was violent," the titan countered. "I could have disarmed him without causing harm."

[goodfellow]

"If you hadn't been violent I would have," Robin said.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I understand the situation called for it, dove, that is not why I'm upset," the titan said softly. "I would never allow anyone to harm you- I'd unleash all my demons if it meant keeping you safe. ...But that doesn't make it any less frighting to me. We both know where this path can sometimes lead me."

[goodfellow]

Robin knew that poking at Prometheus' demons was a very bad idea. He also knew that Prometheus really didn't want to hear how much that had turned him on, no matter how true it was. And it was really true.

"I know," he said, and moved a little closer, a hand on Prometheus' chest. "Though I don't know why that makes you not want me to touch you."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I don't trust myself right now, Robin. ...If I ever hurt you again, dove, I don't think I could live with myself," he said quietly.

[goodfellow]

"I don't believe you would hurt me," Robin said quietly, moving closer and laying his head on Prometheus' shoulder.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus slipped an arm around him, rubbing his back.

"I've hurt you before," he said quietly.

[goodfellow]

"Not... now, though," Robin said. "Not since - " He hesitated. "Not since you loved me. I mean, not really hurt me. Not like that."

He had hurt him, of course. He'd left. For years. And that had fucking hurt. But it was such a long time ago that he'd physically hurt him, or threatened him. At least, anything serious.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Because when I slip I leave," the titan said. "I put distance between us. That's how I keep you safe."

[goodfellow]

Robin deflated. That was a fair point. "Okay," he said quietly. "That would hurt me."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus held him tighter, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I'm not leaving this time, dove, I promise, I just- Know if I do leave one day, it's because I love you," he said softly.

[goodfellow]

Robin suddenly stiffened, and shoved Prometheus away. "Fuck that," he said. "No. No, you are not allowed to protect me by leaving. If you go over the edge I'm going to fucking drag you back."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus tensed at the shove, and snarled softly- Before taking a calming breath.

"Puck," he snapped, the word a warning.

[goodfellow]

"Don't call me that!" Robin snapped back at him.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan's eyes flashed with pure anger, and he bared his teeth before slamming his fist down on a nearby table. The thick reclaimed wood splinted slightly beneath the force of it, and he took another deep breath before turning away.

"I'm going for a walk."

[goodfellow]

"Fine, go," Robin snapped, and picked up the bottle of wine, drinking straight from it.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan didn't snap back this time, he just went out. He didn't trust himself right now, he needed to reclaim his calm.

[goodfellow]

Of course it occurred to Robin that, out there alone, Prometheus might run into Hephaestus again. But he was upset, and so he did what of course he would do. Robin drank.

Eventually he was into the third of the bottles he'd brought from the cellar, and was sprawled on the couch in his underwear, wrapped up in the fur blanket. If Hephaestus showed up here again he'd be pretty fucked.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan was gone quite a while, and when he returned he simply looked tired. Silently he took the bottle from the puck and took a drink for himself as he sat down in a chair nearby.

"If Zeus wants me, that means there's a war coming," he said, rather than hello, or offering any sort of apology.

[goodfellow]

Despite his current state of drunkenness, Robin was so relieved to see him, and it showed, briefly. But then he just looked at the ceiling and said, "Ask me if I give a flying fuck about his war."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Pu- Robin, if there is a war coming, it may involve us whether we wish to be involved or not," Prometheus said softly.

[goodfellow]

Robin vaguely appreciated the effort. The last thing he wanted right now was to be identified as a part of the fucking puck collective. Though the beginning of the word still made him scowl up at the ceiling.

"I'll stay on the beach and drink. I've done that during wars."